Day 59: It's For Their Own Good

Meggan woke up in the middle of the night. What was that odor? It was marvelous! It was a spoiled, gallon of ice-cream. It had been left sitting out.
	Meggan couldn't resist the flavors and sensations of this spoiled treat! She should be absolutely sick from eating this, but it was delightful. Regular food seemed bland by comparison.
After throwing the remains away, Meggan called up a friend she hadn't spoken to in awhile. Quiara answered and they agreed to meet at a tavern.
	They met and joyfully greeted each other. Quiara thought Meggan looked really sick and pale. She also commented on how Meggan's skin sparkled. Meggan explained that it was the sun sparkling off of the snow.
Quiara then asked questions regarding the odd changes and reorganizations happening in City Hall. She wasn't pleased, but figured there had to be an explanation. It was one too many questions, and Meggan had had enough. She stared directly into Quiara's eyes and emptied her thoughts and worries for her. Carlie stood there, drooling. She also looked... delicious. Meggan was thirsty. Very thirsty!
	Meggan brought Quiara back into the privacy of her own home, where no one else could see. Her instincts took over and she bit into Quiara's arm. The blood was sweet with a hint of honey. It was fabulous and was just what Meggan needed. Quiara didn't know whether to respond in pain or pleasure.
Meggan told her it would be okay and caressed her back and shoulder. "It will be okay, my friend. I will take care of you." "What is going on here?" Marlon was home! What was he doing back so early?
	This could not be allowed! Meggan stared into Marlon's eyes and wiped what he just saw from his mind. "You are mine, my love!" Meggan was going to make sure her husband's attention was refocused. "You will love me and give me all of your attention for the rest of tonight, and you will forget about Quiara."
When Marlon came out of the trance, he couldn't resist the beauty of his wife standing there. He kissed her, deeply. There was nowhere else he would rather be. There was nowhere else he had to be.
	Actually, there was. Marlon had went home early, because he forgot something he needed for work. He never got what he came for and forgot about returning to work. He never heard the fire alarm blaring and wasn't there to put out a fire that consumed a family's home.